Maybe it’s the exhibitionist in all of us, getting off on the possibility of being seen by passing strangers. Maybe it’s the open road—something new, never seen before, always waiting just over the next hill. Maybe it’s the nostalgia of half-remembered nights spent fumbling in the back seat with too little room and steamed-up windows. And maybe it’s simply physical, the constant throb of an engine applied directly where it counts, like one big turbo-charged vibrator. Whatever the reason, cars do get our engines racing. H.M.
Jill’s letter: I work in a local mall selling laser lithographic photographs. On this particular day business had been quite slow, and by two o’clock in the afternoon I was getting extremely bored. To help relieve my boredom I began to watch the good-looking men walking by. One man seemed to be walking a hundred miles a minute, so I called out to him to slow down and take a look at my exotic photographs. After talking with him for about half an hour we exchanged names and phone numbers. Bobby, a long-distance trucker, told me he would phone me when he got back from taking a load to Calgary.
Several days later Bobby phoned and said he had a few hours to spare before he had to go to Medicine Hat, in Alberta. He wanted to know if I would like to drop by his place for a couple of drinks I told him I would be there in about an hour. Just before I left I phoned my boss and she told me that I wouldn’t be needed for a few days. I tried hard to conceal my excitement, and as soon as I got off the phone I thought, I’m not getting left behind. I snatched my suitcase and whirled around my apartment, grabbing clothes from every direction, taking everything I thought I might need while on the trip.
After I got to his place, Bobby and I talked and drank for a while and then he popped the question. He asked me if I wanted to go to Alberta with him. I told him my suitcase was packed. All I had to do was go out to my car and get it. His face was full of surprise, so I nonchalantly told him that it was just my Aquarian nature to be adventurous.
We had been driving along for three or four hours, and I had been teasing Bobby for the last hour of it. By now I could see that he could no longer contain his desire. In fact, it was staring me in the face. Bobby’s jeans went down around his ankles and his cock was being a perfect gentleman—standing respectfully at attention. He asked me to make love to him while he was driving. I might be crazy, I thought, but this guy is insane.
I gave it some serious thought for a few seconds, and decided to take a chance and try something challenging. I have to admit, though, that I was totally terrified.
Skeptically, I climbed onto Bobby’s lap, but my emotions were mixed in that I was excited and petrified at the same time. I was absolutely convinced that he wouldn’t be able to drive properly. I had visions of us plunging five hundred feet into the churning waters of the Thompson River. I imagined us dying together in a watery grave, locked together for eternity.
When I first let Bobby enter me he must have thought rigor mortis had set in, because I was stiff as a corpse. I was as frigid as his cock was rigid. My mind was racing wildly. Even if we didn’t die, what if the other truckers saw us madly making love? However, the more we bounced along, the better Bobby’s airseat acted like a shock absorber. The bigger the bump we went over, the better the sensation was. Soon I relaxed and started to enjoy myself. Before long I didn’t care if the whole world saw us. Bobby’s cock felt like a stick of dynamite ready to explode. The vibration of the airseat made me feel like I was screwing a jackhammer. Finally, we reached the point of no return.
I told Bobby that whatever he did he shouldn’t stop fucking me. I dug my fingernails into Bobby’s shoulder and pumped myself up and down on Bobby’s cock. Glancing out of the window I saw a train, and began a regular pistonlike motion while Billy sped up, trying to outrun the train.
Our love juices were cascading down my legs like Niagara Falls. Wrapping my legs even tighter around Billy, I was determined to stay on him until my energy and his cock were drained. I was coming so violently that it was causing the truck to vibrate down the Trans-Canada Highway.
When I was coming back down to earth from the upper reaches of cloud nine, I realized what a precarious position we had been in. However, the natural high was so intense, electrifying and thrilling that it more than made up for the scary situation we had put ourselves in. I thought to myself, Well, if we had died at least we would have gone out in a blaze of glory!
Steve’s letter: My wife, Cindy, and I recently bought a new sports car and absolutely love it. Two days ago, Cindy and I had just finished a romantic dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant and were on our way home when my driving experience began. Cindy, a five-foot-eight brunette with the nicest pair of breasts around, began rubbing my drive shaft. It didn’t take long until she had my raw, hard shaft in hand. I quickly adjusted my power seat as she began sucking my rod in just the way she knows I love. My right hand began to roam, as it sometimes will, and found her panties almost dripping wet. She moaned as my index finger entered her wet pussy. Soon I pulled off the main highway onto a side road, as Cindy removed her nylons and panties. She was hot! I further adjusted the driver’s seat to an angle where I could just see over the steering wheel and just touch the gas. The car’s speed dropped to near zero as Cindy climbed onto my solid eight-inch drive shaft, facing forward.
Our motors were now running ninety miles per hour, and the car barely stayed on the road. The power seat seemed to adjust itself, as I could see nothing but the car’s ceiling and Cindy’s beautiful, round ass moving up and down in front of me. Cindy had now taken the wheel but I was in command, driving her. Our temperature gauges went hotter and hotter as I thrust my shaft inside her. Her moist pussy lips engulfed my rock-hard piston with every thrust. We both continued to drive her the car and I her as we passed several other cars. It occurred to me to wonder what they thought, but I wasn’t in any state to think about it for long.
We finally made it back to our house but we were far from finished. With the car in park, Cindy spun around my shaft with perfect timing. Her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. It seemed like hours before we finally came up for air. I unbuttoned her dress to get a look at those beautiful tits I had been fondling from behind for the past hour. Her high beams met my awaiting lips as I licked and sucked her nipples to a rock-hard state. Inside the house, I could hear the dog barking wildly, but at this point we weren’t even a little concerned about what the neighbors thought or saw. With Cindy’s dress around her waist, I could wait no longer. We came together as my fuel injector shot sprays of viscous lubricant into her gear box. We traded special oils as she collapsed into my arms. We finally got half dressed and escaped into the house. Our new car is a true driving/fucking machine.
Dan’s letter: My girlfriend and I have just discovered a fantastic way to pass the time while traveling our nation’s highways. We decided to bring along a copy of Penthouse Letters for her to read aloud while I drove. She lay with her back against the car door and her sexy feet in my lap. I developed an erection while glancing at her crotch, which was pointed my way. She fondled me with her feet and became elated at the discovery of my cock growing hard. “Do you want me to suck on you?” she asked with that coy little smile of hers.
I replied, “Sure, if you want to,” with only slight hesitation as I glanced around for fellow travelers. We were on a lonely stretch of highway with no cars nearby so I lowered my jockey shorts to find that my dick was already at its full length. Settling herself on the seat, she gently took my cock in her hand and lowered her pink tongue to flick the underside of my head.
I stroked her hair as she went down on me, licking and sucking my penis. I moaned as I reached to feel her pussy.
“No, concentrate on the road,” she said. However, most of my concentration was on her head bobbing up and down in my lap. Having to stop while we passed a trucker served only to intensify my passion. I smiled as I thought of him seeing her head disappear below seat level. It wasn’t much longer before her tongue and the suction she was putting on my cock made me arch my hips as I came, thrusting into her mouth. Looking up she said, “I think I got all of it.” Straightening up, she sat back and picked up Penthouse Letters.
I said, “I want you to play with it for me.” Reaching over and opening the glove compartment, I pulled out an eight-inch dildo I had bought at our last stop. “See how this feels against your clit,” I said.
At first hesitant, she became more agreeable as I fingered her pussy, coaxing her along. She lowered her tennis shorts, revealing her thick patch of pubic hair. She slid down in the seat so that her glistening pussy was available. I slid my hand under her ass while she slowly pushed it all the way in. “It’s in,” she said as she fingered her clit. I could hardly keep my eyes on the road.
“How does it feel?” I asked and she replied with a moan, “Fantastic!”
Unfortunately, we were approaching other cars so she had to sit back up and stop. Once we passed the other cars I told her, “Let me make you come.” Saying nothing, she smiled and spread her tanned, sexy legs as she herself began fingering her pink inner lips. I could see her clitoris peeking out from under its hood. I reached down and slid two fingers into her pussy and began a slow in-and-out rhythm. All the while, I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the road. It wasn’t much longer before she began to shake and I knew she was close. I quickened my movements as she sank her finger deep into her vagina next to mine and came with a shudder. Just then I heard a truck’s horn and I looked up to see a trucker giving me the thumbs up sign!
John’s letter: I am married to a very sexy lady who is five feet seven inches tall, has dark hair, long, beautiful legs and nice round tits. She has thick, dark pussy hair and nice big pussy lips that drive me crazy in her tight pants and shorts. When she has on her bikini panties her lips protrude like a man’s dick. When she gets excited she always flows plenty of juice which I love to drink, as long as she can stand it. She loves to read Penthouse Letters so I thought it would surprise her when she reads about herself and what happened to us coming back from a trip to Orlando, Florida this past summer.
I have always wanted her to show off her charms to other men and women, but she has been reluctant to do so. However, as we were driving home she was laying down with her head in my lap to take a short nap. She was wearing a red skirt—not a miniskirt but shorter than most—and her legs were very visible to the truckers as we would pass them. I decided to see what I could get going, so as we passed one truck I pulled my wife’s skirt up farther so he could see more leg. She woke up immediately and told me to stop it. After a little coaxing, though, I talked her into showing the driver a little more. We slowed down and waited for him to catch up. As he was passing on our right, my heart about to beat out of my chest, I slid her dress up again all the way past her panties. He got a good look at her bulging crotch and the hairs peeking out around the sides. This went on for a while with us passing each other several times, and each time we passed him I would slow down and ride beside him so he could get a good look. Finally I talked her into pulling her panties to the side so he could see it all, which she did for a few seconds. Then we went on past him and she said that was enough. I stayed in the left lane and as he caught up with us again my wife said she wanted him to see her face so she sat up and rolled down the window as he got beside us. She shouted over to him and asked him if he had enjoyed the show. He assured her that he had, and said he wanted some of what he saw and said he wanted to blow me, too. This excited her even more, but we didn’t stop.
After several more truckers saw me playing with her pussy and clit she came like an explosion. I had to wait until we got home before I could relieve my own needs, but I got her off two more times and it sure made a long trip seem shorter.
Kim’s letter: After reading Penthouse Letters, my longtime lover and I decided that we had just the story for you.
Recently my lover and I spent a quiet and relaxing three-day weekend visiting some of his relatives up north. Well, as our sexual life is quite creative and usually extremely active, at the end of the three-day stay with relatives we were both quite horny and ready to explode. Our drive home I was driving began with fondling, petting and a lot of teasing, until neither of us could stand it any longer. Even though it was broad daylight and there were cars going by us in both directions, I slowly removed my tight-fitting jeans as my lover’s cock grew harder. I encouraged him to hold and stroke his hard, throbbing cock while I flicked and massaged my clit. My pussy was already dripping wet and throbbing for my lover’s long, hard cock to be inside me. Not being able to fuck and ride him like I wanted to, I grabbed my snack, a large, long unripe banana, and began to rub it slowly up and down against my clit. Getting even more excited watching my lover’s strokes get faster as he squeezed his cock tighter, I thrust the long, hard banana into my dripping-wet pussy. I gasped with every inch, enjoying my lover so close and watching, knowing he could feel it too.
My legs tightened and the pleasure was so great my eyes were to the point of rolling back into my head. I began to moan and call out my lover’s name with great gasps of breath. We were both ready to explode with ecstasy when we realized we were home. We left the car parked in the driveway and rushed inside to enjoy our ecstasy in our own bed.
What a trip. But this letter is running a close second. My pussy is beginning to throb again just thinking of the excitement of that trip. Everyone in my office is watching me smile and squirm in my seat, and I’m supposed to be working.